I was walking on a public footpath earlier on (not a road). Through a residential area, listening to some music. A strawberry floating cyclist shouts something from behind, i move out of the way and apologise, he proceeds to overtake me, says something rude and shakes his head at me.
YOU WERE ON A FOOTPATH NOT A CYCLE PATH. It must be displacement, a car probably nearly mowed him down earlier so he went to take it out on a harmless pedestrian.
I'll go kick a dog in my anger. (I won't actually kick a dog).
Moggy wrote:I’ve probably moaned about this before, but I strawberry floating hate people that walk in the middle of the pavement which makes it difficult to get overtake them.
I don’t give a gooseberry fool if you walk on the right or the left side of the pavement, just get out of the strawberry floating way!
Just 'bittersweet symphony' it while being reminded of ITV's England football coverage.
This is always a tempting option in my mind!
I like to view the whole thing as a game and take great pleasure in analysing the flow of foot traffic in front of me and dodging and weaving to make my way forward at the optimum pace.
I'm basically like Neo in the third act of the first Matrix. I don't even see the people anymore, it's just a pattern, a code for me to decipher as I make my rapid and unstoppable progress toward my destination.
Bunni wrote:I strawberry floating hate public transport. One bus didn’t turn up, the next showed 15 minutes late, and full of children. Then picked up some dude who is absolutely choking out the bus with his dire smell (bear in mind I’m fairly used to bodily stank working in a hospital, and even I’m disgusted). Now it’s overly full and taking twice as long to pick up/drop off since there’s not been a bus in half an hour. I’m going to be so late for my shift.
Ad7 wrote: I think sitting next to this guy is legitametly bad for my mental health. I strawberry floating hate him. HATE the strawberry floater. I was fantasizing about throwing myself off my bike today so I wouldn't have to be sat here next to him.
I saw that commercial a very long time ago for market research purposes. I said I hated it. EVERYONE said they hated it. But they have changed the song. I can't remember what it was before, but I guess they came away thinking 'It's not the advert that's gooseberry fool, it's the music!'
Most of the time I think focus groups don't matter. They pay people 50 quid or whatever so everyone can tell them it's a load of arse (and sometimes it's in storyboard form, or the advert is drawn and partially animated), and they then go away and make it anyway. See also: the Nivea Men dinosaur advert. I saw it as a T-Rex. By the time it reached TV it's just a giant foot. Now it's just a homoerotic advert with Liverpool players lathering themselves up in a shower. Or maybe that's another one...
And the recent wave of overly-sexualised Malteser adverts, with women on all points of the ugly spectrum recounting their sexual escapades to their colleagues or friends, all while they eat Maltesers. What the strawberry float are those adverts supposed to be portraying? You're selling chocolate, you don't need a woman in a wheelchair saying she had a seizure which made her wank someone off. It's so unnecessary. They all seem to be shown on the All4 app as well, which you can't skip. Boils my piss.